What have I done?

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Friday, November 30

Think without feeling
While driving through the suburbs today at around dusk, we came across what you'd commonly class as a drunken lunatic. It was while we were on a busy road, four lanes, cars doing about 100ks. A middle aged guy stepped out into the lane next to us, kept walking across the road. Our car braked quickly, other cars beeped their horns and swerved.
The guy, dressed in formal business suit and tie, looked straight ahead. Kept walking. He seemed to stagger from side to side a bit, as though his feet were wanting to go in completely opposite directions from one another, yet he stared sedately ahead, undeterred. We drove around him and up the road, listening to the blare of horns from surprised drivers behind us.
I wonder if that guy made it home unscathed.

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Hi, this is Jody from Angus and Robertson calling...

I love my boss already. She calls my mobile instead of my home phone because she wants to make sure she doesn't interfere with the home phone line. Give the lady a prize.

Just visited Simone's, turns out the post was pretty shocking to those without alcoholic back-up, meaning I would have had a shit awful time if I'd gone. Apparently Kirsti got really sick at the end too, which is always something I can go without witnessing.

Apart from that I'll leave you with my usual whinge about being sick and feeling disgusting, and bid you adieu.

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Thursday, November 29

Oh if I only had a heart...
There's something particularly unattractive about spending four hours on a boat that isn't properly aired and smells distinctly like diesel fumes and sweating bodies.
There's something particularly unattractive about watching 180 people eat fish and grilled steak while all you can manage is a bread roll and orange juice.
There's something particularly unattractive about having 50 people tell you how cute you look and then ask you if you're Alice in Wonderland. Uh, no. It's Dorothy, thankyouverymuch.
There's something particularly unattractive in walking through a bathroom lined with toilets along one side, of which the doors insistantly swing open, leaving a damp, recycled waste smell to waft through the surrounding area.

Don't get me wrong. I had what you could class as a good time, falling somewhere between mild boredom and muted enjoyment. The four hours, punctuated by sore feet and people touching my hair and telling me how cute I looked, just seemed to drag.

What struck me as the most notably bad part of the evening, however, was the way in which my best friends personalities seemed to clash with each others. Take Tam, for example. Total extrovert, out there, dancing in a costume that was apparently the 70's but really just looked like a nice dress, in a big group with the guys, rubbing against anything that approached her.
Then there's Simone. Not totally against the dancing thing, but not into it either. She could take the time out to drink or talk to people and it was fine.
Moving on to Kirsti, who had such a complicated costume (A fallen angel), that she kept fussing over it, particularly the snagged fishnet stockings.
Nikki, wearing two scraps of black material and a ton of gold jewellery, however, looked fantastic but apparently wasn't there to impress anyone because, 'hello!', she has a boyfriend.
Then there's my favourite 'Greasy Wog' Reilly, dressed in pin-strip suit and with hair slicked back, totally getting into it with lipstick kisses all over his chest ala. his girlfriend Jacqui.
Next in line is Kate, wearing shiny silver tight hot pants, a tiny singlet and silver boots ('I'm a space cadet... can't you tell?'), was all over Judd, known womaniser, because she was upset with her boyfriend. It didn't matter that her boyfriend Tim was confined to the same 10mx@20m space as her, she still danced with said womaniser all night. Excuse? 'Tim's just being annoying, I don't care... pfft!'
Tim, meanwhile, dressed as a Jedi Knight with a light saber to match, followed me around for half the night gracing me with bad Dorothy jokes. I like Tim, he and I come from the same planet, but I felt like I had a real life To-To yapping at my heels.

In short? It's weird that of my friends, I find few that I can identify with totally, yet they're all have such different personalities and ideals. If a biologist was to take a sample of a group of people that are all drastically different, they wouldn't find a group as clashed and uncoordinated as mine.

That being said, there were some good points. Mentioned womaniser, Judd, said I looked cute, which would normally score a raised eyebrow and a biting comment back, but for once he was sincere. Thanks Judd.
As bad as I felt having the attention of Tim, which I know was thrown my way simply because of the 'girlfriend blatantly flirting with other people' thing, it was on a completely different spectrum kinda nice. Especially since I thought Tim was half-dateable at the start of this year.
Ben didn't insult me once tonight. Obvious plus there considering the 'wannabe whore' and 'princess snobbery' retorts I'm normally touched with are so frequent and said with such spite.

Side note. How can a guy tell me one minute that I'm a ho, and the next tell me how cool I am for giving him gum so he wouldn't get yelled at for smoking around Tam, mentioned extrovert? Bloody hell. Make up your mind would you? End side note.

The final plus, I guess, was seeing Mr Tynnan, a teacher I had two years ago, dressed as Ossama bin Laden. Picture the floating barge we were on, filled with about one hundred people. Mr Tynnan walks on dressed in said manner, and everyone goes quite for a second or two. Nik turns to me in an unabashed tone and announces, 'Well. That's quite controversial, isn't it?' Everyone hears. I guess if you're gonna wear two threads of black fabric and call yourself a gypsy, you've already gone past the point of No Return. May as well do what you want once you've gone around that corner.

I know I'm going to regret this long post tomorrow morning when I read it, especially considering I'm having great difficulty keeping my eyes open now, let alone put threads of logical thought together. So help me god.

Glad you're back, Row.

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My computer. It dies. Without grace OR integrity
You heard me.

It's fixed, in the slightest sense of the word, but my computer guy had to wipe the hard disk. Completely.

So no Favourites, no graphics, none of my saved photos. All of my SimCity shit has gone, all of my assignments and various other written crap... gone.

Anyone have any favourite web sites they wanna suggest to me?
Comment if you do.

Anyway, I just finished being nasty to some fuckwit who's trying to get Ross down, it's hard being Super Amy. Someone's gotta do it.

It's my Semi Formal tonight, ie. the night that I unleash my Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz costume. Everyone else is really excited but the only two words that come to mind presently are Ho Hum.

And to make matters worse, I've been feeling really off-colour for the last few weeks, just sensitive to the stomach, the occasional pounding headache and in general, not being able to eat much of anything. Right now my throat's tightening up and I feel like complete and utter shit, which probably explains the vengeful comment made @ Ross' humble abode. Eugh. Yuck. I feel terribly disgustingly sick.

I told my mum and dad I was probably pregnant this morning, and dad nearly swerved into the path of an oncoming semi-trailer. Not the best idea, I profess, but seriously. Me? Pregnant? And pigs will fly. Dad's fault for taking me literally.

I guess I should go drag myself upstairs and attempt to put my costume on. I figure I'm gonna have to apply the bandaids to my heels with meticulous precision in order to avoid blisters, and even then I'll be lucky to escape unscathed.

Who ever thought ruby slippers could be so damn uncomfortable?

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Monday, November 26

Well kiddies
Guess who got the job at Angus and Robertson Bookstore?
Yeah. Me.

Which is quite depressing because I'd been hoping and praying that I wouldn't get it. I need a holiday. Badly.
But they chose me, the uneducated (highschool students are apparently 'uneducated these days, didn't you know?)and young (they typically employ 18+, I'm 16) chick who was hesitant from the beginning, and they could've chosen from about 20 other people.

Either they thought I was really good looking or the other people they interviewed sucked.
I'm going with the latter.

So... yay, I guess, I have a job again, and it's at a book store. And I'll get paid more - casual wages. I guess I should be jumping up and down delirious with joy but to be honest, I wish I didn't have to work these holidays.

I decided though, that with the pay-off money I recieve from Coles (My $400+ annual leave and sick pay), I'll buy a webcam. Or I'll put the money in the bank, which is what I should do, considering I'm pretty sure this computer is so close to dying that it couldn't hack any new hardware. I'm not sure what I'll do.

I have a job again. Sob. I was so looking forward to being unemployed.

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You champion
Dad somehow fixed my computer. I can read emails again. I'm puzzling over the Dad part, for someone who uses the computer only when absolutley necessary, it's odd he fixed it.

But he did.

Unfortunately, my comments still aren't working.

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Sunday, November 25

This little Amy went to market
I went to the markets this morning, in the city - on the river. It was hot, humid and everything seemed to move in slow motion, like you'd expect it to if everyone were walking through water or sand.
The markets were packed, it seemed that every single mother and child decided to visit the markets today and bring pushers, bags full of nappies and other assorted commodities that jab and poke people when they try to squeeze past.
It was lucky I wasn't holding anything long, hard or sharp, because after being there for half an hour and having at least three prams ram me or run over my feet, I would've been hitting anything that moved.

A guy was selling frozen cups of strawberry puree, so my sister and I both bought one. You know, I wouldn't have thought that such little things as strawberry seeds could do so much damage. Just eating that damn cup of puree has slaughtered my tongue. Little cuts and ice burns everywhere.

I think mum's planning on burning a cow for dinner, so in me not being able to eat it isn't much of a disappointment.

I'm talking to him at the moment, and I'm trying to convince him he's gay. He's not taking it too well, in fact. That's what he gets for treating me like yesterday's news. He just admitted that guys check him out all the time, and that he was flattered by it.

Anyway.

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